Dirt
I’m digging in the dirt.
What will I find?
I’m digging in the dirt.
What will I find today?
I’m digging deeper
Deep in the depth of this rich dirt
Soil of the hands
Minerals of the soul
I’m digging deeper today
Down in the depths of the earth
What will I find?
What will I dig up?
Excavate?
Reveal?
I’m digging in the dirt.
I see an eye looking up at me
I see that beautiful eye in the soil
Under that dirt
Under that veil
Behind that wall
Behind that barrier
I’m digging down
I see her piercing through
Bolting like a standing beauty
Electrifying and gorgeous
Lighting up the ground
I grasp her hand
Soft and tender
I reach down and pull her out of the dirt
Out of today’s soil
Out of yesterday’s mud
I pull her up onto the earth
Onto myself
Locked
No dirt to be found.
I’m digging in the dirt.
What will I find?
I’m digging in the dirt.
What will I find today?
The majestic beauty arose
Her curves conquer the sea
Her eyes speak languages of lust
Her lips soft and pink
Her mind, open -
I’m digging in the dirt.
What will I find?
I found the angel of beauty.
The dirt.
The beauty of dirt.
And the angel sleeping beneath my feet.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
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